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thank the humid place between my legs for being the only ***** of mine not to take it personally perhaps because we are so safe and secure you would have to unfold me, trim the weeds around                                         this secret, secret house   somewhat abandoned and no longer the host of such hopscotch games because once your round thumbprint made me so sore I do not forget the care you took to separate petals like eyelashes caught on a dangerous rim but now it is for defense, such a mechanism something to prevent intruders, beggars, from barging in                                   these lips, an alarm system oh, I do hate to make you leave but my ****** is the only ***** I have that does not take everything personally
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
undercroft
thank the humid place between my legs for being the only ***** of mine not to take it personally perhaps because we are so safe and secure you would have to unfold me, trim the weeds around                                         this secret, secret house   somewhat abandoned and no longer the host of such hopscotch games because once your round thumbprint made me so sore I do not forget the care you took to separate petals like eyelashes caught on a dangerous rim but now it is for defense, such a mechanism something to prevent intruders, beggars, from barging in                                   these lips, an alarm system oh, I do hate to make you leave but my ****** is the only ***** I have that does not take everything personally
sarina
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
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